Molière’s the Misanthrope; prudishly presented by IMPURE FICTION (found 2016, dysmembered): adopted via English in Phlegm and Spleen (sans gêne), insincerely and overtly wigged, heavens, yes, I would not love her if she did not love me! Of course man, but there is politics to fear . . . a twenty-one year old window? SONNETED by Orlando? Human nature, do not dog my steps! Is it by the the long nail on his LITTLE finger you identify his quality, madam? I share the same respect for the (voluminous) Blonde Wig he chooses to affect . . . But know the thing is TRASH, literally; how can you praise it? Blast the close; you better close your face! I fear you’re flattening (merging with?) me a bit… Hypocrite! What else do you call it? The Right to Be Lazy. Poh! Entertain this Lady, I must write a LETTER. Performed live; nudity, water, music.

---------------05.01.2014
another cassette out there! INTO THE FLESH
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and so are you
my Love
everytime I get that yearning
I know that there´s a black sky to pray upon

you know I have those
feelings
know I got these
feelings
for You
know I got those
feelings
feelings

the wine I poor down my throat goes wild
words I shove down my throat goes wild
the end of the day the beginning of night
in the end of the day I know what I got

-----29.11.2013
performance with Sandra Mujinga at the event Every Song I Ever Written @Skånes Konstförening, Malmö (SE)

-----------30.08.2012STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS
Six streams of pure, immaterial information channeled through one host. Performed in front of a local audience in Malmö, Sweden. Captured on video for remote viewing. A project by PWR

----07-08.04.2012

--------25.03.2012V to the I to the C to the T to the O to the R to the Y
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ain´t it funny
oh so funny
ain´t it funny
oh so funny
how it all
turns out in a sound
how it all
turns out

ain´t it it funny
oh so funny
how the world
is fucked up and mad
how the world
is fucked up and mad
how the world
is fucked up and mad
how the world
is fucked up and mad